Gay Paranormal Romance: Daddy Wolf (Gay Shifter Mpreg) (MM Paranormal Omega Romance)

by Sy Walker

  “Aren't we supposed to wait for-”

  “Shhh,” Logan said, pressing his hot mouth over hers and maneuvering himself between her legs, pressing tantalizingly against her middle.

  She moaned as he kissed her breasts, and gasped when he pushed his cock deep inside of her. She buckled against his strong body, as her entire being was filled with pleasure. He was still somewhat weak, and his love brought a tenderness to their lovemaking that sent pulses of heat all through her. He trailed his tongue against her neck as he pushed fully inside of her and groaned when she sighed, her hair falling in front of her face. He brushed it away and they kissed as he stuffed himself in and out of her gently, until she was so overwhelmed that she closed her eyes and felt herself coming against him.

  Her climax milked a sweet, hot explosion from deep in his loins, and he gripped her hard as they came together, their bodies in unison.

  They made love so intensely, that rather than hurting the man, Alisa knew she’d performed an act of incredible healing.

  Chapter Six

  The alarm went up in the middle of the night. The clanging of a heavy bell woke Alisa from her deep slumber, and she felt Logan shift beside her in the darkness.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  “Attack. Get yer clothes on. And fetch yer sword while you’re at it.”

  They scrambled from bed and Alisa slipped into her dress. Hefting her sword from the dirt floor, she felt around for Logan and followed him to the door.

  “Quietly,” he said and then opened the door a crack to peer out. The bell suddenly cut out, and a stifled cry could be heard. Silence for a few moments, then a battle cry went up and clashing steel rent the night. Logan closed the door and uttered a curse.

  “It’s Campbell. They must’ve tracked you, just like I feared,” he said.

  “What do we do?”

  “I’m no good for a fight, not in this condition. And you—”

  “I can handle myself.”

  He was reluctant to responds, but he must’ve realized she stood more chance against Campbell’s assassins than he did.

  “I cannae tell how many there are,” he said. “Knowing these bastards, they brought every last man. We’ve thirty warriors, but they might have twice that number.”

  “But your men can shift.”

  “Aye. And if I’m not too much mistaken…”

  A deep, terrifying roar filled the night. Someone screamed, and the clashing sounds of battle intensified.

  “Let me go out there, Logan,” Alisa said. “I’ve learned so much. I’ve got to be able to hold my own against Clan Campbell. Too much is at stake.”

  Logan hesitated.

  “This is something I have to do, man, get out of the way!” she said.

  Logan laughed at her, but nevertheless stepped aside. As she opened the door and stepped out, he gripped her shoulder and looked her in the eye, the pale moonlight glinting in his caring, gorgeous eyes.

  “Be careful, Alisa. You’ve become … special to me. I know we’ve not know each other long, but I think you understand just as I do, that you and I…”

  “Are meant to be together.”

  He nodded.

  “I … I do, Logan. I dinnae know how, but somehow it seems I must’ve always known. I’ll be careful. This is something I have to do.”

  He nodded. “You need to protect yer own. It’s what makes you the incredible soul you are.”

  He leaned in and kissed her, and then he told her to go defend the village. She sprinted from the peat house and headed for the sounds of battle. Rounding a livestock pen, she spotted the Artos warriors clashing with a number of soldiers and assassins more numerous than Logan had anticipated. Drew was at the fore of it, his broadsword flashing against a backdrop of burning fires and fallen men. He was surrounded by Artos warriors, all of whom had shifted and were swiping and snarling at their foes. The bear men were not as large as Logan, though they were nevertheless fearsome and terrible to behold. Many of Clan Campbell’s men fled as claws and teeth ripped through cartilage and tore flesh from bone. But the rest seemed eager for the fight, and if Alisa didn’t know better, she’d say they had the training and discipline of royal soldiers.

  Drew and his bear men were holding their own, but they were wildly outnumbered, and Alisa knew if she was going to help she had better do it soon. Taking a deep breath, squaring her shoulders, she let out as fierce a battle cry as she was capable of and stormed into the thick of battle.

  One of the assassins spotted her instantly, and he rounded on her with a blunt axe. Alisa shifted to the left and allowed his swing to pass beside her, then she set her feet and struck at his flank. The assassin swiped the blow away and brought the axe down, angling for her head. She panicked for a moment, then remembered Drew’s admonishments and allowed her feet to sink into the grass and bear her weight as she brought her sword up to block. The blow sent shockwaves of pain through her hands and up her arms, but her block held, and the assassin was momentarily caught off guard. She saw her opening and quickly drove her sword through his chest. He screamed and dropped to the ground.

  Alisa stared at him, attempting to comprehend what it was she’d just done. She felt cold and numb, but also relieved and alive. In an instant of dawning clarity, she recognized her own power and knew as long as she lived, her family and Clan must be kept safe.

  She glanced at Drew and his bear men. Clan Campbell had managed to push them back, which meant they were perhaps only minutes away from being completely overwhelmed. Why had they thrown so many men at this small village? Had they really expected it to be so difficult getting to her?

  She headed for their flank and snuck in at their rear. When Drew noticed she was standing amongst them, sword angled for the coming attack, he finished off the soldier he’d engaged with a furry of strikes and gashes, and then he bellowed, “What in the unholy tortures of hell are ye doing here, lass?”

  “I’ve come to help. I’m your soldier now.”

  “You aren’t anything, girlie, not while I have anything to—”

  An assassin, larger and faster than the others, broke through their defenses and attacked Drew at full force. A shifter snapped his jaws over his leg, but the man bore it and brought a mighty blow down on the shifter’s head. The great bear howled in agony, and then he roll over and began shifting back into a man. The assassin redoubled his efforts and slammed into Drew with enough force to knock him off his feet. Without hesitation, Alisa bounded in and got between them. She swung her sword and hit the man at his flank. He twisted away and escaped the worst of it, but he screamed and stumbled and touched himself to see she’d drawn blood.

  The assassin snarled at her.

  “You bitch!” he shouted.

  He drew a second smaller blade from his belt, flipped it up and caught it in an underhanded grip.

  “You’ll pay for that, lass. By gods, ye will,” he said, and screamed in on her like a vicious beast.

  Alisa brought up her block, but she moved too slow and his heavy, bone-shattering strike flung the sword from her hand. Drew roared a challenge. He attacked with everything he had, but the assassin had gone mad with rage, and he knocked the old warrior aside and plunged his sword through his heart.

  “No!” Alisa screamed.

  Drew screamed as the sword slid in, and again when it slid out. The strangest look of confusion came over him for a moment, then his face relaxed as the life left his body. Alisa leapt for her sword. She threw up a block just as the assassin’s blade came down on her. The sheer, stinging force of it nearly nocked it from her hands again, but her grip held and she spun and struck out for the back of his leg. He pivoted and let her blade pass beside him. The assassin kneed her in the chest and sent her onto her back. He cackled like a madman, then he drew his sword behind his head and made ready to deliver the killing blow.

  A mighty roar caught him off guard and he looked up only moments before a massive black bear with huge claws came down on top of
him. Logan tore into him with a kind of fervent, mindless abandon that terrified Alisa and shook her to the core. Her attacker did not die well, yet even in victory, Logan had clearly pushed himself too far, and he slumped to the side and his massive furred body shrunk and molted, leaving him trembling in a pile of fur as the sounds of battle lessened and became a call for retreat.

  Somehow, the Artos Clan had fought them off. It must’ve been the sight of poor drew falling to his death, or maybe even the desperate and courageous attack Logan had managed to mount. Clan Campbell scrambled from the village, but few actually managed to escape. The Artos warriors chased after them. Alisa rushed to Logan’s side and lifted him into her arms.

  “Are you all right, love?” she said. “Ye didnae have to rescue me.”

  He smiled at her. “Like hell I didn’t. You’re nothing but trouble, Alisa MacGregor.”

  She cradled him to her chest and gave him a grin. “Would ye have it another other way, my dear?”

  “Cannae say for sure yet. I’ve still not gotten to know ye as well as I’d like. But there’s time for that, isn’t there?”

  “Aye, there is.”

  “I’m sorry ye had to see that side of me, lass,” Logan said. “There were so many of them. They must’ve known what we can do.”

  A few feet away, one of the fallen assassins chortled and drew breath in a harsh and ragged manner.

  “Everyone knows now, demon,” he said. “You and your kind will never be safe again.”

  Red hot, bilious anger flooded and twisted her insides, and she gently lay Logan on his back and crawled over to the fallen assassin. She set her knee to the large wound in his stomach and pressed. The assassin howled in agony.

  “How did you know?” she said. “Tell me and I will make it quick.”

  “Your little adventure with the wolves!” he spat. “You were ne alone in the woods that day!”

  “Someone saw?”

  “They’d been tracking you for miles. Ye didn’t really think ye’d escape so easily, did ye? None of you is safe. We will pick you off one by one!”

  Alisa put more weight on his wound, but she’d lied when she said she’d kill him. The assassin screamed, but then his face went pale and he passed out from the pain. Alisa crawled back over to Logan.

  “Did ye hear that, love?” she asked.

  “Aye. We weren’t as careful as we needed to be. You know what this means.”

  Alisa nodded. It was time to go back home.

  * * * * *

  She and the entirety of Clan Artos arrived at Castle MacGregor three days after setting out from the villiage. The shifters had left behind all of their possessions, though the majority of them had opted to burn everything before they left. The castle’s portcullis raised as they streamed over the draw bridge, the October sun high above bright and warm. Alisa’s father greeted them with a cadre of soldiers, and so overjoyed was he to see her alive he broke into sobbing tears and hugged her tightly.

  “Daughter! Oh lord above, it’s a miracle!” he wept.

  “No miracle, father. Just these fine people. And Logan.”

  He pulled away and spotted Logan helping a family of three with their overladen cart.

  “Allaway,” the chieftain said. “So you know about Clan Artos. You know what they can do.”

  “Aye, father, I do.”

  “And tell me, dear,” he said with a twinkle in his eye, “is he half as dashing as they say?”

  Alisa blushed and her father pulled her in for another hug. How was it fathers always knew? Far from feeling embarrassed, though, the warmth and love of home filled her spirit and nearly brought her to tears. She’s thought she’d never see any of them again. How pleasantly surprising to have been wrong.

  “Come see your mother and daughters, Alisa,” he said. “They’ll not believe it till they’ve seen it with their own eyes.”

  “Father, we must prepare. Clan Campbell won’t rest after only one defeat.”

  His eyes hardened, yet his face still seemed full of joy and wonder. “Dinnae you worry about Clan Campbell, daughter. Now that I’ve got you back, and since the fine, proud warriors of Artos are once again at my side, there’s nothing we can’t do together.”

  “I hope you’re right,” Alisa said.

  “I am. Whatever comes, whatever dangers and threats that besiege us, we will weather the storm as we always have. Together.”

  He pinched her arm and winked, and then he moved off to give Logan a hard slap on the back. When he spotted the chieftain, Logan’s face lit up, and the two men embraced like long lost friends. Alisa watched them and smiled in wonder, thinking she was so lucky, despite the uncertainties of tomorrow. As she stood there, the village’s old medicine woman approached and handed her a cup of water. Alisa thanked the woman for it, and told her how frightfully thirsty she was.

  “I thought ye might be,” the healer said. “You’ve got to keep up your strength, deary. All these people are depending on you, whether they realize it or not.”

  Alisa drank and felt the cool, clear liquid restore a measure of strength. Sighing contentedly, she handed the cup back.

  “It’s funny, but I never realized how much I love this old castle,” she said.

  “Family has a way of drawing us to the best of things. Speaking of which, deary, have you been feeling ill in recent days? Perhaps a wee bit sick in the morning?”

  “No,” Alisa said, surprised by the question.

  The old woman grinned. “Well ye may, though it’s certainly no cause for concern.”

  “What do you—”

  Instant realization dawned, and she clutched her abdomen and felt a swell of joy deep inside her stomach.

  “You mean I’m pregnant?” she said.

  “I do, lass. Congratulations. May you bear him many sons.”

  “But will … will the baby…”

  “It will be a shifter,” the old woman said. “A mighty one at that, as far as I can tell. The future shall be bright for you indeed.”

  Alisa gazed lovingly at Logan and her father. The villagers of Clan Artos streamed into her castle, her home, the only place she could think of to raise a beautiful, magical family. There was nothing they could not do together. For them, a life of love would be a life of strength.

  END

  A Bride for the Wolf

  Chapter 1

  My Boston home passed before my eyes, and I squirmed impatiently, wishing the train could move just a little bit faster. I had the unpleasant concern that my parents would rise from their slumber and know exactly where I was. They would somehow be able to come after me and drag me back home, kicking and screaming, to marry that awful Mr. Plumb. I shuddered at the thought of him – he was an old, wealthy man, uglier than sin and meaner to boot. My mother had been determined to see us wed for the past year and now that she had Father on board, it seemed there was nothing left to stop them from sending me off to my doomed fate.

  I clutched the newspaper in my hand and looked down at the ad I had circled. It seemed to have been placed there just for me. I'd been desperate to escape the wedding my parents had been planning without my say. Father and Mother had been busy setting up details when I saw the paper lying on the doorstep, perfect and crisp. I normally don't read the paper, but for some reason I felt compelled to pick this one up. Lucky thing I did, too, otherwise I would have been Mrs. Plumb, wife of Mr. Robert Plumb of Boston, Massachusetts within the next few days.

  The ad was mysterious and straight forward.

  Wanted: Mail Order Bride

  I need a wife, but there is no requirement for love or child birth, and you have the ability to do what you please. All that I ask is that you grant me the same. My business is my own.

  There was an address listed in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, and I read and re-read the peculiar ad over again, my brain working fast. If I married the man who had placed it, then I couldn't be married to anybody else. My doomed fate to Mr. Plumb, who had known me since diapers a
nd always made me feel a little sick when he looked at me, would be nonexistent. I would be able to make my own way, wife of a man who didn't seem to care what I thought of him or what he did.

  I knew Mr. Plumb was much different. He was always seeking attention and approval from the people around him, especially women like Mother and I. He, and everybody else it seemed, thought she and I were the prettiest women they'd ever laid eyes on. It would have been flattering but for the slew of marriage proposals that I received, setting my parents on a quest to make sure I was betrothed to Boston's most eligible bachelor.

  Unfortunately, Mr. Plumb was the wealthiest, and he had known my father for many years. When Father was just a boy, Plumb had apprenticed him as a banker and done him a great kindness, launching him into a wealthy career. I grew up in a fine, luxurious home with a wealthy father and expensive tastes because of Mr. Plumb's interest in my father. And so when he asked for my hand, Mother thought it only appropriate to return his kindness by handing me directly over.

  I could tell Father was reluctant, but soon he agreed with mother's logic. Mr. Plumb would officially be a part of our family, elevate our level in society, and see to it that I was well-kept. Poor Father would be devastated when he realized I was gone, but maybe he would understand how much I hated Mr. Plumb. He hadn't liked the idea of sending me off to marry him at first, we all knew of the man's monstrous habits, especially toward women. I doubted he would question my reason for wanting to escape. The whole thing gave me a headache the longer I thought about it. Instead, I turned my thoughts to my destination, a wind of excitement fluttering in my chest.

  The Sierra Nevada Mountains. I had heard many tales of the west as a girl growing up and had dreamed of going there ever since I was a child, but I had been so sheltered from anything outside my town that nothing could prepare me for the realities of country living. I knew it would be rough and tumble, but that was all part of the allure. I was excited and confident even though I knew it could be difficult for me to adjust. Either way, I knew that a life of adventure and mystery would be better than a lifetime of living out the role as Mr. Plumb's obedient little wife. That's not the life I imagined for myself. Instead, I had always longed for adventure, and a chance to move out from the restrictive life I lead for an opportunity to finally live on my own terms. That's what the ad had promised.